After marrying a scientific research tycoon, I retired early and won

Chapter 195 How many days are left

Ji Wei had said so many slanderous words to her, but she listened to them but they went in one ear and out the other. None of them could really hurt her.

However, today, when she heard the word "widow", her ears started buzzing, her vision went white, and she almost lost her balance.

She clenched her fingers, digging her nails deep into her palms, and forced herself to stand firm.

She was so afraid of losing him that at that moment, just thinking about it made her feel as if her heart was cut by a piece of glass, bleeding and falling apart.

Blood gushed out, and Zhou Jingmo looked at her with reluctance in his bloodshot eyes, and stretched out his hand towards her lovingly.

But she was so helpless.

This was the reason why she didn't want to get involved in the beginning. In the end, there was a high possibility of getting hurt. She didn't want to jump in without considering the gains and losses, but in the end, her heart couldn't help but be moved.

That night, as expected, Ji Ning had a nightmare. When she woke up, her neck and chest were covered in sweat. Her hands were tightly held by Zhou Jingmo. The bedside lamp was on, and the slightly dim light outlined his handsome face.

His concerned eyes fell on her face and he put on her favorite gold-rimmed glasses.

Such a good person...

Ji Ning reached out her hand and stroked his angular face with her palm.

"Are you having a nightmare?" His gentle and affectionate voice used to be her best soothing agent, but when she listened to it today, she only felt as if even breathing was painful.

"Yeah." She responded softly, and was tightly wrapped by his raised arms. The familiar breath penetrated every pore, locking her into his arms.

But he did nothing. After pondering for a moment, he gently kissed her bangs, eyes, nose, and lips.

His fingers gently stroked her chin, like teasing a kitten, and then did not continue to move downwards -

"Zhou Jingmo!" Ji Ning stammered, stepped into his chest, and hit her head against his strong pectoral muscles.

At the same time, her slender arms hugged him tightly, as if the whole little person was about to melt in his arms, "You have to teach our child to walk, learn to read, watch him go to school, get married, and have children..."

"Ah."

The next day, Zhou Jingmo went to the hospital again. This hospital was not the one where his family worked, but because he came so often, everyone knew him.

With such an exquisite face and a strong physique, there is no sign of illness at all.

Besides, people of this generation rarely pay attention to physical examinations, and I have never seen such young people come so frequently.

"Your physical examination report shows no abnormalities." The middle-aged male doctor pushed his glasses. "Have you been feeling unwell recently?"

Zhou Jingmo shook his head.

"Oh, that's hypochondria. If you always suspect that you are sick, it will cause a series of problems later. You might as well go to the psychology department."

Although there are few psychologists these days, they do exist.

Zhou Jingmo still shook his head.

The middle-aged male doctor really wanted to help him. He looked around and lowered his voice and said, "If science can't explain something, you can try other methods."

Then, he mentioned a matter that happened in the pediatric department next door. They said that a child had a high fever for a week and the doctors were helpless. Later, they heard from their relatives that they used a bowl to stand three chopsticks and called the child's name until the chopsticks stood still. Later, the child's fever inexplicably went away.

Zhou Jingmo didn't believe it. He thought of the scene he saw after his death in his previous life. At the funeral, his mother cried fiercely, "We have done good deeds all our lives. My husband and daughter have saved so many people. I have many students all over the world. Why can't I save my son's life?"

Tongtong was already a grown-up girl at that time. She wore a little black skirt, kneeled on the ground, silent and dazed, as if she had returned to her original time.

From then on, my mother became a vegetarian and chanted Buddhist scriptures, almost like an obsession.

Zhou Jingmo thought again of Ji Ning's eyes last night when she was half asleep but still staring at him with tears in her eyes, and his heart ached.

For her, for them, he was willing to believe in gods and Buddhas, just in case there was a glimmer of hope?

He called Pei Qingrong and asked him to help find a master in Yuecheng. The moment Pei Qingrong heard it, he heard the sound of the mobile phone in his hand falling to the ground.

Pei Qingrong picked it up with difficulty, "Are you Zhou Jingmo?"

Zhou Jingmo rubbed his brows and said, "Just do as I say."

Hearing this familiar impatient tone, Pei Qingrong breathed a sigh of relief, "It is indeed you. I know that you have changed a lot after getting married, but now you have become... a stranger to me."

“…Also, don’t let Ningning know about this.” He didn’t want her to face disappointment before she even had hope.

Pei Qingrong restrained his cynicism and looked serious, "Zhou Jingmo, how many things have you been hiding from me?"

In fact, he had noticed something unusual since last year. The Zhou Jingmo in front of him was him, but also not him.

Zhou Jingmo was silent. Pei Qingrong was a wise man who appeared foolish. He usually pretended to be crazy and stupid, but he was actually very careful.

When they were still in school, Han Baoyi had her period but she didn't notice it and was laughed at by the boys in the class. Later, he took off his coat and let Han Baoyi block him from going home. He then locked the boys in a dark room on the way home and beat them each with a stick.

As a result, because they couldn't see, these boys treated each other as enemies. In the dark environment, you punched me and I kicked you, and finally we beat each other until each other was black and blue.

He seems to be a carefree person, but in fact, he will definitely take revenge as long as Han Baoyi or his friends are involved.

"Zhou Jingmo, you and I grew up together, you can't hide important things from me!" Pei Qingrong's tone had obviously become heavy.

Zhou Jingmo hit him, "It's not about wearing a pair of pants, but you wet your pants and ended up borrowing my pants."

He obviously wanted to get away with it, but this time, Pei Qingrong didn't buy his tricks at all, "Zhou Jingmo, treat me as a friend, just tell the truth!"

It was not convenient to say this on the phone, so the next day, Pei Qingrong went to Zhou Jingmo's house. Fortunately, Ji Ning was not there today.

There were two cups of coffee on the table, the aroma of coffee wafting from the bone china cups, filling the air with a light fragrance.

After listening to this, Pei Qingrong fell silent, clasped his hands together, his face covered with a layer of frost, and said nothing.

Zhou Jingmo thought he didn't believe it, but the first thing he said was, "How many days are left until that day in the last life?"